Chapter 110 One hundred and ten

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.

When Adrian retracted his palms which he had placed around my eyes as a blindfold, I was surprised by the sight that lay before me in the living room; it could be said, and recorded, that once more, my husband, Adrian Valentino, had succeeded in surprising me- and this surprise of his was indeed, much like some of the few other occurrences of such, a pleasant one.

Bared before me, on the marble floors of the living room, were rose flower petals- bright red petals that covered the expanse of the floors and arranged in parallel lines to mark off a pathway that led from the sitting area of the house to another part of our homestead; one which I was very eager to explore at that moment.

“Oh, wow!” I said, my eyes trailing over the length of the living room’s floors.

“Come now, my lady.” Adrian said, moving to stand beside me and bending his elbow in a gesture that mimicked that which the English gentlemen usually did in movies, “There is much more to see.”

“Oh really?” I